The Story of the Seven Deadly Sins (Closed, Started)

[IFS]

"Really, so soon? But this weather is just so divine."

Gula smiled, he did not mind opposition particularly when it was by someone who lacked any sort of point to doing so. Such fools were easy enough to discredit and in doing so gain respect for himself.

"If you'd rather enjoy your damnation then by all means you are free to do so," he said spreading his arms in a gesture of acceptance "I for one, would prefer to lead us to ascension and exodus."

"Kitten, if it made any sense, it wouldn't be fun. Now dears, shall we at least introduce ourselves? It won't do to keep our faces hidden."

He grinned even more broadly, she reminded him of some of his more eager to please followers, though clearly much more willful. He threw back his hood to reveal his wild and charismatic features. "Apologies my dear I had not realized that my face had been concealed," he said, giving a slight bow "Though of course it fails to match your own in beauty."

"So which moniker did that guy give you?"

"Call me Gula," he said rising from the bow, "Gluttony is apparently my crime, though really I never did more than pursue the occasional harmless self indulgence.

"Does everyone have these things?"

He nodded and fidgeted with his belt again "Mine should be apparent enough, I suspect they are meant to mark us in some way, though to what end I am unsure."

"Lead the way?"

His grin stretched even further, the fool had come to his senses it seemed, though whether or not he had realized the pointlessness of his hollow rebellion Gula could not be sure. Although it mattered little to him anyways. "Yes indeed, we should be off," he said, and stepped to the mirror carefully placing one hand against it to test it as he walked through.

 

[Quintley]

Invidia's particularly scathing reply (kitten!?) died on her lips when the woman threw back her hood. Oh. Now that's just not fair. She quickly looked away. Just think how much better my life would've been with a face like that. Well, that settles it. Hood stays on.

She watched closely as some of the others gave their names, noticing their little gestures, how they responded to each other. Useful to remember. 'Avaritia' reminded her of certain spoilt nobles she'd often seen flouncing around the wealthiest pockets of her city. As a matter of fact, quite a few of these people gave off that vibe - not a good first impression.

She waited for her turn to speak. "I'm Invidia." The name left a bitter taste in her mouth. As an afterthought, she softly added "For now, at least."

"Does everyone have these things?"

The speaker was holding some kind of gem, attached to his glasses by a thin chain. Now that was something. She inspected the group again. Yes, a necklace, a belt...looks like they all have one of these crystals. So...where's mine?
She looked down at herself. No jewellery, nothing shiny, just a plain cloak. Perhaps she had it at her throat, like the blonde woman? She touched her neck. Nothing.
A wave of resentment rushed through her. Do they all have one, except for me?

"If you'd rather enjoy your damnation then by all means you are free to do so. I for one, would prefer to lead us to ascension and exodus."

The words bit through her miasma of indignation and jealousy. So, Gula fancies himself as a leader? Well, he's certainly got the voice for it. Unfortunately, Invidia was not feeling especially submissive right now. However, it surely wouldn't hurt to play along.

 

[roushutsu]

"It's polite to offer your own first, you know."

Shrugging, he responded, "Acedia." Since the others were pulling their hoods back, he figured it wouldn't hurt to do the same. His hair was short, black, and disheveled, and not because it was under a hood for who knows how long. It had always been like that.

And sure enough, the others had those same crystals, all different hues and in different articles of clothing. But before he could ponder about them further, the one called Gula stepped into the mirror he stood by, vanishing into the glass. He seemed to be in quite the hurry, and from the looks of it, Avaritia wasn't going to be far behind. "So...I guess we have no choice but to go in?"

 

[Ruedyn]

"If you'd rather enjoy your damnation then by all means you are free to do so, I for one, would prefer to lead us to ascension and exodus."

'The surprisingly handsome man doesn't understand sarcasm. Wonderful.' Greed rolled his eyes, and watched as he seriously just walked through glass. Even though the Devil was the one who told them they should do that. It was good to know Lucifer was trustworthy, though he couldn't tell if it had killed him.

He took a step back and examined the thing further. Was it possible to obliterate a soul? That was what he was, he assumed. He HAD just met Satan after all. Still, couldn't help to try and listen to self preservation even if it didn't seem to work entirely right. He heard the rest speak behind him as he came to a decision.

"So...I guess we have no choice but to go in?"

"Well, I'd hate to let tall dark and humorless' sacrifice be in vain. Why not be a lemming? I'm already dead!" Greed said, letting out a shrill bark of laughter as he placed his hand on the glass and pressed down. Didn't take much to get his whole arm in, and the rest of him followed suit with little resistance.

 

[DarkRawen]

When Gula and Avarita enter the world beyond the glass window, they are met by a busy street and footsteps on pavement. The buildings are mostly made from and combination of stone and wood, and are beautifully crafted, it gives the small town an elegant and yet hectic feeling. There seems to be a wall around it, in order to protect it from what is outside. The air smells of oil, candy and food, as well as smoke. There are also the perfumes of the women that walk by, wearing short and dark, but well-made and layered dresses. The men are wearing long jackets and pants, all in dark colors. They are also wearing hats and slightly high heels, men as well as women.

There are a couple of shops set up around them, and in front of them is a monument in the most precious marble. At the top of it, there's a golden clock that shows the time, although the amount of different hours are 36, instead of 12. It also seems to make no sense; the 4 hands on the clock are going in different directions. Upon closer examination, there is a clock inside the windows of almost every house, and most people carry one as well, if not two. Right now, the sun is shining, but close to setting. The street is slowly settling down. It's refreshingly cold here, compared to the heat of hell.

 

[VonKlaw]

Ira stood in silence and thought for awhile. The one named Gula disgusted him - he'd met many like him, those who assumed leadership without earning it, and he'd seen many die due to their arrogance. And that licking of his lips...

Deep down he knew standing around wound achieve nothing besides making him increasingly annoyed at the heat and the smell. But walking through that glass would be an acceptance, and therefore an admission that he was going to play along. He couldn't truly be in hell, for he was a pious and noble man who had frequently done God's work.

"Then perhaps this is merely a test of my faith.." he muttered under his breath.

Yes, he thought. That was it. He would play along, for now anyway. These heathens he had been placed with were clearly also a test, both of his patience and his commitment to his faith. He would destroy them, when the time came, as his faith commanded.

"Fine." he said to nobody in particular, and stepped through the glass.

 

[Terratina.]

It was time to play follow the leader, so through the glass window she slipped. Luxuria was brought into a world that reeked of perfume and smoke. She was taken aback by the chill, well, one could say that the woman got used to the heat of Hell all too quickly. All seemed normal except the clocks. Luxuria had long decided that the other six couldn't be trusted to complete these puzzles by themselves. Like most things in her life, she had to take the initiative. Every nobleman she had... relations with would not spit their desires out, after all. She chose to walk up to one of the gentlemen walking about and hoped that in this strange land, they spoke the same tongue. Well, it had been the case so far. The stupid six could have come from lands such as this one. Every sinner went to Hell if the Church was to be believed. Luxuria started the conversation with, "What a dear little timepiece you have!"

 

[Quintley]

After watching a few of the others pass through the glass (apparently without incident) it occurred to Invidia that staying in the mirror room alone would be both boring and unproductive. After a last suspicious glare around the room, she slipped through the mirror.

 

[roushutsu]

With a defeated sigh, Acedia got off the ground and approached the mirror. "I must be out of my mind," he muttered before he cautiously poked at the glass. Seeing his finger slip through without trouble, he stepped through the glass.

He found himself in a bustling town, much like the ones he often visited when he was alive. His family would be one of those merchants that set up shop for a few months before they would pick up and move on to the next city. It was a very tiring lifestyle, one that he saw no point in pursuing.

But here they were. It was time to begin the first trial. "So...now what?"

 

[IFS]

GM Post

"What a dear little timepiece you have!"

The gentleman turned towards her, tilting his head quizzically "Odd that you don't call it a clock, everyone has one," he said his speech measured and steady. "You should get inside before it gets dark," he smiled at her "If you like miss you can stay with me."

As he spoke the sky quickly began to grow dark and the crowd bustled more than before.

 

[Ruedyn]

Greed grinned as he came into this new land of.... Whatever the fuck, he didn't care anymore. It was colder though! It was, dare he say, pleasant, in fact. A bustling town, one that vaguely reminded him of home. Not in architecture or climate, but in that there were several people. And none of them seemed too concerned about their pockets.

Greed pretty much instantly forgot about his original goal in favor off starting up his wealth again, and found Lust in the meantime. Small... mirror dimension. Talking to a male. Seemed to be living up to her name, if nothing else. And although Greed had no idea what a clock truly was, he felt he had seen at least one before. He ignored it as he did his best to sneak up behind him.

"If you like miss you can stay with me."

Greed stuck out his tongue in mock disgust, as he crouched down, softly opening the man's pocket with his ring finger and using his middle and index to dive in, feeling towards the cloth and away from his thigh. He quickly felt around and found something, a leather square he could only assume was currency or contained it. Greed quickly pulled up his hood, smirking, as he sprinted away, making sure not to bump the guy. Wasn't exactly a record, but his soft touch and speed made sure it was only a a couple seconds. There was always the odd chance he had been seen, and would get followed. Recently dead as he was, he couldn't take that. He shed his cloak quickly as he took a turn and began walking casually back to the mirror. Seemed more were coming out.

His hands felt empty, he finally noticed now that his heart slowed. He looked, it was true. Nothing. He grunted, must've dropped it somewhere. Poor guy, got robbed and didn't even get the satisfaction of knowing it helped another in need. It was almost enough to make Greed angry. 'I wonder if I start acting angrier if I could be wrath too?' Greed smiled at his own joke as he saw Lazyarse, Mr. Sensible, The Quiet One, and.... the.... girl(?) enter the land.

"Welcome! Glad to see we're starting to get along as a team." Greed gave a sly grin, and looked between them. "You know, looking happy wouldn't kill you people. I get the feeling swords already did so."

 

[cori]

Superbia chose to stay silent. If this band of misfits were going to squabble for leadership, she'll let them fight it out and then swoop down to take the crown.
She disliked how fast everybody jumped into this game. Why couldn't they think things through before throwing themselves into unnecessary danger? Fools. The only reason she tagged along was so that she could observe and learn from their mistakes.
However, Superbia was not going to let her guard down any time soon. After all they supposedly embodied the seven sins, who knows what they did in life to deserve this "special treatment" and what they're willing to in this strange state of death? She supposed she should be wary of her newfound companions. For now, she adjusts her hood and follows.

 

[Quintley]

"Glad to see we're starting to get along as a team. You know, looking happy wouldn't kill you people. I get the feeling swords already did so."

Hilarious. Invidia noted that her initial impression of Avaritia was apparently justified. "Bears, actually," she lied casually, peeking at him from under her hood.
As a matter of fact, she couldn't exactly remember how she had died. The memories were fuzzy, detached. She vaguely remembered holding a dagger. Or had that been someone else?
Now, that was a good point. Get a knife. Invidia didn't trust these people at all - she had a feeling that some pre-emptive revenge might very well turn out to be necessary.

She scanned the crowd. Nobody nearby appeared to have a convenient weapon she could relieve them of, unless they were hiding something under their jackets. She assumed that none of her 'companions' were armed either. Not that that changed anything - Invidia doubted she'd last very long in an unarmed fight with any of them. Well, except the guy who looked half-asleep, perhaps. And the pretty blonde woman. Look at her. Probably never had to lift a finger in her life.

Anyway, enough of that. Smarmy prat wants teamwork?
"Well, I reckon we find seven small kittens and sacrifice 'em to Lucifer on the base of that marble monument."
There we go. Teamwork.

 

[Terratina.]

"...If you like miss you can stay with me."

Luxuria was glad to see that gentlemen in this strange place were still as every bit as gentlemanly as a gentleman from her own little world. At least of those she remembered. Not of the other six seemed to be up to the standard, anyway. But what about the casual warning about the dark? Was it more than a casual warning? Well, nothing stopped her from finding out. She waited until Avaritia finished his finger work on the fellow. The only good thing that came to mind about Avaritia was that he lived up to his name. Luxuria was about to live up to hers, the gentleman was being oh so nice after all.

Luxuria replied with a casual air, "Simply a synonym. Now then, I accept your offer, lead the way."

 

[roushutsu]

"Welcome! Glad to see we're starting to get along as a team."

"Are you certain?" Acedia asked, pointing to blonde woman who was ready to make off with a random stranger. The man looked like he was in quite a hurry to take her home. "You think she'll be fine?"

"Well, I reckon we find seven small kittens and sacrifice 'em to Lucifer on the base of that marble monument."

"I guess that's...something." He looked to the crowd that was hurrying back to their homes as the sun was setting. He couldn't read the strange four handed clocks, but a setting sun means one thing. "Actually, can it wait until tomorrow? It'll be time for bed soon." Yes, a nice long sleep sounded wonderful right now.

 

[DarkRawen]

The streets are getting more and more empty, and the man looks around, strangely impatient. The sunset seems almost unnatural, the colors are beautiful, but it seems to be shifting swiftly. The sounds of footsteps on the stone-pavement of the streets are slowly getting replaced by the sound of doors and windows closing.

"Simply a synonym. Now then, I accept your offer, lead the way."

"That's good. Now, come with me, miss, hurry." He looks towards the others, noticing that they aren't running in order to get inside. The gentleman looks as if he's about to grab her hand and quickly get inside, but he notices their clothes, and figures out that they probably are travelers.

"You should all get inside and lock all doors and windows." He holds Luxuria's hand, his hand covered by a glove, and starts leading her away with him. The gentleman points towards the monument, and speaks one last time to the others.

"There's a hotel close by, they might have a few rooms left." Before they get the time to reply, he starts running, not giving Luxuria a chance to stop running. He does it as carefully as he can, giving the impression of that he is simply doing it in order to help her.

The others are left there, although some other men and women tells them to hurry. Most of those still out looks frightened or desperate. One could say feels like orderly panic, or disorderly procedure. The hotel seems to be right around the corner, as there is a sign there, depicting a simple bed. It is not far, but with the windows closed and covered up, it will be unlikely that the six others will be able to understand what is going on, at least on their own.

Luxuria and the gentleman enters an old house, dark in color and with little lighting, and the details are hard to make out. He tells her he will be right back after making sure everything is locked, and gives her a small candle, telling her to find the bedroom on her own. There is an ominous silence, all that can be heard is the gentleman's steps as he walks around upstairs.

 

[IFS]

Gula's ears took in the fullness of the clamor to get inside, he was not easily frightened but something here was clearly amiss. Luxuria clearly had her own solution though as she made nice with her new friend, such a clever girl, and quite a pretty morsel.

"There's a hotel close by, they might have a few rooms left."

He nodded and waved to the others to follow "Come along then, we might as well seek out a warm bed for the night," he said and he strode quickly towards the hotel, setting a brisk pace just shy of running. He wondered if they served food at the hotel, something to eat would be wonderful at the moment, although the foul taste still clung to his mouth.Bah I just need something to rinse that away, wine preferably though who knows what exotic foodstuffs they have here, he felt excited just thinking about it.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Bears, actually."

'A sense of humor I sense?' Greed grinned warmly at her, a wit was always appreciated. He caught her peeking at him under her hood, how the hell she managed to keep that on in the lava room was beyond him. Some people were just tougher, he supposed. He noticed her gaze shift to the crowd behind them, and then Lust.

"Well, I reckon we find seven small kittens and sacrifice 'em to Lucifer on the base of that marble monument."

"Small kittens, of course. I hear he's fond of those." Greed gave a mock shrug, noticing people were rushing indoors. And a man was carrying off Lust. Not that he had any personal attachment, but;

"Are we not going to do anything about that? I think we need her for the puzzles."

"Come along then, we might as well seek out a warm bed for the night."

"... Or we can trust the guy running off with her. That works too." Greed rolled his eyes, looking around once more. Most everyone was off the streets it seemed. A bit chilling, actually. Was this how it felt for those villagers, before his group rolled around?

"Do we even have the money for a hotel? Or am I going to have to work my magic?" Greed gave an easy smile, jogging next to Gula.

 

[cori]

"Are we not going to do anything about that? I think we need her for the puzzles."

Superbia rolled her eyes. Surely they didn't believe that Lust was going to be of any help to them. She clearly had no brains inside that pretty little head of hers. She was probably only here to be a hinderance to their group.

"Screw what the Devil said, that stupid girl ran off by herself. She'll come find us if she wants."

More importantly, Superbia worries about the tension in the streets. No one would meet her gaze and it seems like everyone's in a hurry but why? Is it because of an enforced curfew? Or is it something far more sinister? She didn't want to find out.

"Do we even have the money for a hotel? Or am I going to have to work my magic?"

Superbia sneered at Greed's statement. How was he going to "work his magic" when there's hardly anyone left on the streets? She hoped he was as good as he makes himself out to be but then, men never are. Oh well, I guess the only person you can rely on is yourself and that's a great thing when you're me! Superbia thought as she took her hood off and shook her hair out of her face. She bit her lips to give them colour and put on her brightest smile. Worst comes to worst, Lust was not the only one who knew how to charm her way through life.

With that, she followed the others towards the hotel.

 

[Quintley]

"We might as well seek out a warm bed for the night."

Invidia turned to the one with the fancy eyeglasses. "Looks like you got your wish."
She wasn't sure that going to bed was a particularly sensible idea - what better time to find out what was going on in this town than when all the citizens were asleep? Also, she considered, we're all dead. She had a hunch that there'd be plenty of time for sleep soon enough.

She was about to suggest this theory when one of the others spoke - the one who hadn't yet said anything.

"Screw what the Devil said, that stupid girl ran off by herself. She'll come find us if she wants."

Invidia's words dripped with sarcasm. "Yeah, I'm sure we won't need her. It's not like she's got Lucifer's instructions with her or anything."
She was a little concerned about the list of rules. Particularly since Lucifer had mentioned that they may be 'updated' on a whim. Also, she wanted to check that thing about 'DONT KILL EACH OTHER'. You know, just to be sure.
She considered following after Luxuria, but the blonde woman had long since disappeared with her new friend. As a matter of fact, so had nearly everyone else. Unwilling to be left behind, Invidia followed the group.